Chapter 2361 M29 "Thomas" Heavy Tank

The war eagles in the sky flew over from afar, and the white five-pointed stars on their wings were shining brightly under the sunlight.

The two chubby milk bottles did not forget to turn their fuselages and shake their wings when they flew over their heads. The heavy wings carrying unused aerial bombs and aerial rockets still seemed to be shaking a little hard even with the blessing of the powerful engines, but at least people could understand the meaning of the action.

"It seems that the road ahead is clear. These damn fascist scum can only play the trick of sneak attack and run, just like the black egg thieves in Mississippi."

The American major standing on the huge turret raised his hand and saluted to his own fighter planes whizzing low over his forehead.

With these guys flying in the sky to escort and explore the way ahead, it can save a lot of trouble for the ground troops. They can find out clearly whether there is an ambush by the Germans ahead, and they have never missed it in the battles so far. The only bad thing is that these flying bastards sometimes like to drop bombs on their own people, and more than once.

It is certainly a good thing that there are planes called for reinforcements to help in the sky, and Major Anderson is also very happy that these flying guys responded in a timely manner this time.

Unfortunately, these two bottles just came to help. They were "hunters" who were patrolling with bombs in the nearby airspace and looking for something to do. After receiving the news that they needed help, they flapped their wings and flew over to check the situation to see if they could grab some German stick heads on the ground to get themselves a medal or something, but it is obvious that such an idea is destined to fail and go in vain.

It's not that these two bottles left in anger and quit because they didn't get any benefits from the oil. It's just that they have been patrolling with bombs and wandering around searching for fighter planes for a while, and they don't have the ability to stay any longer.

Why not take advantage of the last bit of time before the fuel runs out and find a target with some value, even if it's a village where the Germans might be stationed, and throw bombs and rockets there? At least it's not a wasted trip, right? After returning, you can also have an explanation, instead of saying "I just threw bombs and rockets in the wild", which is so embarrassing, isn't it?

"When will the next wave of air support come? Aren't they the only two?"

The gunner who also half leaned out of the turret asked, with his hands on the Lao Gan Ma roof machine gun that was as inconspicuous as a small toothpick compared to the huge and bulky turret, and a half-burned cigarette in his mouth, looking very relaxed and contented.

"Not needed for now. It's a waste of time to call these Puxi people here for nothing. They will complain all the time when they go back. I don't want to write a shitty report because of their nonsense. It's not much better than the feeling of having paper stuck in your eyes when you wipe your butt after taking a shit."

"What's more, we are well prepared. This baby will definitely kick the butts of those fascists. There is no need for those guys in the sky to rush to attack."

Just now, he was still shouting for air support to help. Now that he found that the Germans had run away, Major Anderson was really confident.

The source of confidence is not just ignorance of the hidden dangers, but also absolute confidence in the steel under him.

"When I led the team to receive those Pershings, the quartermaster told me: "Although this is our strongest tank at present, it is still not enough to deal with the German Tiger Kings. "What a shitty New York Times joke."

"When I led the team to receive this baby, everything changed. This is the result I have always dreamed of, and the answer I really want to hear."

"Want to know why? M29 "Thomas" heavy tank, what a perfect name! Defense is like Chickamauga Rock, firepower is like the sword of Nashville, and it can split the wombs of those fascist bastards in half with one sword! Point the 105mm main gun at the ass of those Germans, move your fingers, and leave only a crater. No shitty writer can describe it so beautifully."

It can be seen with the naked eye that compared with the previous generation of M26 "Pershing", which is not perfect but still replaced by many US armored forces, this latest experimental M29 "Thomas" heavy tank put into battlefield testing is deeply loved, at least for Major Anderson himself.

The fact is, of course, just as Major Anderson said. The 70-ton steel behemoth under him, which embodies the most advanced technology and industrial crystallization of the United States, is definitely a very terrible war machine.

Strong and heavy armor, high firepower in both caliber ratio and caliber, and mobility that is still acceptable among heavy tanks, at least stronger than the Super Pershing, which Major Anderson himself despised as "the ugly monster that pastes the German diaper on the face of an American girl".

All of this ultimately created a 105mm high-rate T5 tank gun, which was officially equipped by the US military and named the M29 "Thomas" heavy tank after the test.

Undoubtedly, this is the most powerful new main force fully enclosed armored artillery combat vehicle of the US military. It may sound a bit strange, and it is also long and smelly, but the US military itself does give it a professional military name like this.

There is no point in talking so much useless nonsense literature. Major Anderson has never liked those bullshit word games.

He only needs to know that this 70-ton heavy armored tank is very brave. In terms of tonnage, protection, and firepower, it is even better than the King Tiger equipped by the Germans on the opposite side, and it is better than other German tanks. She was able to crush her mercilessly, which was enough, enough to make him smile with satisfaction and shout: "Your grandfather, I just like this girl."

Everything is wonderful, isn't it?

Driving such a steel-armored behemoth to conquer those fascists, what could be more bragging and beautiful than this?

Major Anderson was looking forward to this moment, using this powerful new weapon to kick the Germans' butts and teach them a lesson, just like he had been bragging to others ever since he received it.

"Pluck the Iron Cross medals from the corpses of those Germans, collect them, hang them in a row outside my tank for an exhibition, and those Fascist sons of bitches will become my trophies."

Regardless of whether this can be realized, it is certain that the armored column led by Major Anderson is close to the remains of the battlefield just now. The black smoke emitted from the blazing burning debris on the ruins can be clearly seen even from two kilometers away, let alone precise observation with a telescope.

"Get ready, there may be remnants of Fasis wandering around! Get to your positions!"